Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
I set her down on her toes, one leg supporting her weight and the other straight out behind her, her foot almost even with her head and her back curving slightly as her leg lifted behind her.
My arm around her waist tightened, my fingers splaying across her abdomen and towards her chest. My other hand moved up her leg, tracing over the curve of her thigh until I cupped her core, my thumb brushing it gently. I lowered my mouth to her neck, where I placed sensual, open-mouthed kisses.
I couldn’t help it. Her body and her heart called to mine. Every touch seemed more intense than the last, like the mate bond urged us to be together. Not necessarily to complete the bond with a mark but to help us bond with one another or maybe to keep our scents as mixed as they could be until I could mark her.
Her other leg lowered to the floor, and her head rolled back onto my shoulder. I slid my hand up to her neck, holding her in place against me. A little moan escaped her, and my dick twitched in my gym shorts.
“Wes,” she breathed, turning her body to face mine. “This isn’t rehearsing.”
“Rehearsal is over,” I growled, grabbing her butt and lifting her so her legs wrapped around my waist.
She wound her arms around my neck and placed her lips on mine, not even bothering to argue with me. It would have been pointless, anyway. We both knew how much she wanted the same thing I did. I could smell it in the air and feel it through her leggings.
I moved us through the house by memory. My lips never left her mouth, and my eyes locked with hers, watching her lust-filled expression as my hands squeezed her little ass and my fingers drifted towards her center.
I tossed her onto the bed, and she bounced slightly, a little squeal letting loose. But I was over her in an instant, my hips pressing her down against the mattress, my hands already on the waistband of her leggings.
“Wes,” she moaned, her hips pressing into mine and her legs wrapping around me.
But I pushed them away. “I need to taste you,” I groaned. “Your scent is making my mouth water.”
I peeled her leggings down her legs along with her underwear and tossed them aside, pulling her so her legs hung down the side of the bed and her butt was right at the edge of the mattress. My hands slid all the way up from her ankles to her thighs, my thumb brushing against her lower lips as I spread her open for me.
Her hands clutched at the comforter, fisting the material in her fingers as I dove forward and kissed her entrance.
I groaned in pure delight at her taste, my dick growing even harder. Nothing compared to her taste, to being between her thighs and worshiping her. I was a man in a desert, and she was my oasis, my saving grace.
I lifted her feet so her heels rested on the edge of the mattress, opening her more to me. My eyes took in the view for a moment as I paused my teasing. My mate—spread and on display just for me. Only for me.
She was mine to tease, mine to watch, mine to love.
My finger traced her slit up to her clit, and her pussy clenched, desperate to be filled. But I wasn’t ready for that yet. I wanted her to come first, and I wanted my mouth on her when she did.
“You are a vision,” I murmured, kissing the inside of her thigh. “So perfect and always ready for me.”
I blew on her clit, and she moaned and jerked her hips towards my mouth, but I pulled away with a deep chuckle.
“Damn it, Wesley, just kiss me!” she cried.
I chuckled again but lunged forward and did as she asked, my mouth devouring her pussy. She cried out again, and I locked my arms around her legs as my tongue and lips tasted, teased, and explored. “Move your hips, Sugar Plum,” I said between my kisses. “And don’t you dare hold anything back from me.”
Her responding groan ignited a fire within me, encouraging me to kiss her harder. My tongue pushed inside her entrance, and her hands gripped my hair, holding my head in place as her hips rolled and moved against my mouth.
It didn’t take long for her to reach her high. Her body tensed, and her hips moved faster, her toes curling and loud moans echoing through the room. I kept my mouth on her as she came, kissing her through her release, slowing my movements as she slowed hers.
“Goddess, Haven.” I sighed, kissing up her body as she caught her breath. “Somehow, you taste and feel better every time I’m with you,” I told her, pressing my lips against hers. “And your sounds you make when you come—” I groaned. “So fucking sexy.”
“I want you, Wesley,” she panted, her hands exploring my bare chest. “I need you.”
“I know,” I said, sitting up so I could pull my shorts off. “And I’m going to give you what you want. What you need.”
But, of course, life had other plans. I had the drawstring untied, and my hands were about to pull my shorts off when Sebastian mindlinked me.
“We found Lennox.”
WESLEY
I burst into the cells mere minutes after I got Seb’s mindlink. As soon as he ended it, I threw on a shirt and took Haven to the packhouse. I didn’t bother showering or washing her scent off me. Even though Lennox would be dosed with wolfsbane and cuffed in silver, my lycan wanted Haven’s scent on us so everyone would know she was ours.
“Where did you find him?” I asked Sebastian as I walked into our side of the interrogation room.
“The dumbass went to Haven and Maya’s apartment. I’m not sure what made him think that was a wise decision, but it made it easy for us to find him, so I’m not going to complain,” Sebastian said.
Levi stood beside him, and he cracked his neck. “He gave us a good chase for a bit there, but he doesn’t know this terrain and territory like we do.”
“Right,” I said, glancing at him through the one-way window. “What happened to his face?”
Black and blue bruising covered his pale face. He had a split eyebrow and a busted lip. Dried blood lingered under his nose and on his chin, beard, and neck.
“He looked like that when we found him.” Sebastian shrugged, looking at his fingernails. “He must have run into a door.”
“Ten times,” Levi added. “Probably.”
I looked between the two of them, noting the flecks of dried blood visible even on Levi’s dark skin, and I sighed. “Well, at least you left some for me.”
“You’re welcome.” Sebastian winked. “Is Nolan coming?” he asked.
“No, he and Reid are staying with Haven. Jack and Shirley are here.” Sebastian nodded. “Are you coming in with me?” I asked him.
“You bet your ass I am. His lycan tried to force his mark on our future luna. I can’t let that slide.”
“Levi?” I asked, looking at him.
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